broadcast me a joyful noise

1) Patients are scary!

2) Fic wordcount = now almost exactly 13,000 words. Although there is certainly more to come, because I just finished hammering out the details of my grand pulled-out-of-ass theory of chakra signatures and summoning and elemental balance and mumble mumble clinical trials for therapeutic application, OH MY GOD, I am incorrigible. So...the end is in sight, but it'll take a while to get there.

3) I have a three-hour lecture block at 8am tomorrow morning but I will survive because after Thursday comes Friday, and on Friday the RPAH Clinical School Students Society is putting on a cheese & wine night, and after that I am catching a bus HOME. And on Saturday I will be dressing up as female!John Darling (don't ask. there's this whole story about _leareth's umbrella having roses on it and me being far too keen to adopt genderfuckery as a solution to any problem.) and seeing lots of my Canberra people again. WHICH IS GOOD. BECAUSE I MISS THEM :(

4) New mood theme! <33

I was considering signing up for this year's RemixRedux because clearly I am CRAZY (I had a lot of fun with last year's, though!) ... but the entry conditions are that you have to have written five stories in a fandom to be considered. I was assuming three, so I was all excited about being able to include Harry Potter and Doctor Who in my list this year. FIVE. I haven't written five stories for anything except BSG (or, uh, Milliways), and I am so far from the BSG-writing headspace right now that it would become a chore rather than a fun task, so I guess I'll give that one a miss this year.

My complete inability to focus on a single fandom is not serving me well here :(

For the curious: it's still early days in med school & I'm living on campus so I've got a bit of free time, and while most of it is being devoted to kicking ryokophoenix's birthday present into shape (6922 words so far. STOP INTROSPECTING YOU STUPID BRATS.), I haven't forgotten my Bones WIPs or any of those other things that I truly intend to finish one day.

And now to buy coffee* before my global health lecture, because I got ravenous and ate my sandwich at 11am (oops) and this lecture is frustratingly scheduled right over the top of the college lunch hour, so my next chance to eat will be at dinner.

*And Strepsils. Bleeeeeuuuggghhh. My throat is punishing me for something.

I really have been watching too much of shows like The West Wing and Bones* and Friday Night Lights -- I think I'm having scifi withdrawal. I need new Torchwood and to rewatch some BSG (and then write exhaustive red-blue meta about it, I think) and also to watch the latest SGA episode, because from what I hear ( spoiler spoiler )

What else? I'm writing something new which I thought was in one genre and it turned out to be in a different genre entirely, but I resent it for not making this plain from the outset and so am sullenly poking it towards some kind of hybrid monster of the two. I don't know. I don't even know if it's any good, but it's at 2347 words and I don't yet despise it or feel the need to fling it at someone and shriek VALIDATE ME OR I'LL DELETE IT ALL, so I guess that's promising.

*Bones + spaceships = probably my ideal television show? I'd write it only the absolute last thing I need right now is another Bones fic idea. Someone else should write it for me. And by someone else I mean villainny or tellitslant.

What's that? I've actually progressed past the point of panicked dot points and canon-notes and have managed to write some words?

C'EST UN MIRACLE.

Number of literary references that have snuck in ALREADY: four. Je suis condamnée à être prétentieuse. Though despite the prevailing winds of francophilia that appear to be blowing through my vocabulary tonight, I am manfully resisting any attempts by that language to infiltrate my fic.

I spent a goodly portion of this morning whacking spiders with a broom in the very hot sun, in an attempt to clean up the outdoor furniture in preparation for my 21st. It wasn't fun. But! I also finished A Passage to India (verdict: not nearly as fun as ARwaV, but very good nonetheless) and am on the last chapter (zomg) of Gödel, Escher, Bach. I am so glad I persevered through the tough chapters on propositional calculus, because I have now passed into the blissful valleys of artificial intelligence and the interactive nature of form and content in artistic expression. I am so impressed with this book, largely because it so neatly matches my own intellectual interests at this moment in time: it's as though the author was hoping for readers with a strong background in mathematical reasoning, but with knowledge of molecular genetics & neuroscience & choral music, an interest in linguistics and consciousness theory, and a knack for recognising cross-modal isomorphisms. IT'S SO AMAZING. It's probably the most mentally stimulating thing I've ever read. Unfortunately I can't whole-heartedly recommend it to everyone, as I have a feeling the maths sections would bore most of you to death, but...guh. AWESOME.

hpmugglestudies fic update: 3943 words and it's nearing completion! I am very fond of it, though you are all going to shake your heads sadly at the sheer amount of poetry quotes & anatomy geekery that I have managed to cram into it.

I'm trying to find a nice quote to tease you all with, but everything seems very strange out of context. Oh well. Strange is fine.

~

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body? For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.

Red tie, blue tie, her sister's fierce energy, Padma herself drained of oxygen and with safety valves built in. Not concealed but exposed, pulsing, under the sterile light. In the absence of the dead, sometimes all you have to defile is yourself.

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My brother's 18th birthday party starts in...five minutes!...so I'd better go help with food & grog logistics.

Time until Multiverse deadline = one more day.

Pinch-hit fic = 2977 words and nowhere near done. SOMEONE STOP ME. This is terrible. It was going to be a nice, quick, easy way to get some good fandom karma points and then the science invaded, and you know as soon as science invades then it's goodbye to any reasonable kind of wordcount.

I'm also having some kind of serious love affair with this Mendelssohn concerto, omg, although nothing quite matches Verdi's Dies Irae for my earlier mood of DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME, UNIVERSE. Trumpets! Timpani! RAAAAAGE!

Today's show has been brought to you by Fahye's clandestine love of classical music. Tomorrow we return to our regularly scheduled programming of melodic rock and embarrassingly boppy techno.

"Hi." Crawly tucked his nose under a coil of his own body and shivered in appreciation as the sun finally hiccupped its way out from under the cloud, bathing them in warm light.

"It suits you," Aziraphale said after a while.

Crawly attempted a shrug, but it was almost impossible to locate anything that could pass as shoulders in his new body. What happened instead was embarrassingly like what you get when too much water tries to go through a small rubber pipe. He rolled over again hurriedly and coughed.

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So apparently I'm reviving that Good Omens prequel that I started writing eons ago? WHO KNEW? My head is all over the place at the moment. Fandoms colliding and going boom.

Anyway: it needs an epigraph. Badly. It's mostly about Crowley but it's also about wisdom and freedom and justice and the beginning of the end of the world, so if anyone has any suitably lofty and/or flippant poems or quotes that they want to throw at me, that'd be grand.

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PS: today I made the mistake of wandering into the Esprit sale and ended up buying a midnight blue trench coat which is probably the sexiest item of clothing I have ever owned.

The number of times I have listened to this song in the past 24 hours = something absurd.

However! I have a little over 1000 words of my Remix fic done, and I know where I'm going with the rest of it, and I just started something SG:A-ish which I love and adore. Of course, this spurt of brilliance is coinciding with the day I was hoping to get a lot of uni work done (because stars_like_dust is arriving tomorrow!), but that's quite normal.

BUT. IMPORTANTLY. I AM NOT SICK. You guys, this is so weird. I get sick during every. single. midsemester break. BUT NOT THIS ONE. Clearly the obscene amounts of chocolate I ate over the weekend did something good for my immune system.

(Speaking of SG:A - I just watched 'Michael'. WAH.)

I am writing something and I am terrifying myself with it.



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I was going to talk about it, but each description I come up with sounds more ridiculous than the last. Uh. This may just have to be one of those projects that I am cryptic and doomy about until it's done, at which stage I unleash it upon the world and spend the next month trying to rinse my brain with wholesome fluff.

Anyway. Other news. I had to gently remind my 17-year-old brother today that Valentines Day is coming up, which I think his girlfriend will be grateful for. Now, because I think I need to counter the poison of this fic for a while: what are your plans for Valentines Day, flist? Or what's something awesome that you've done/had done for you on this day in previous years? Or what's a good way to stage a peaceful rebellion, if you're single? Back in high school when most of my friendship group was single, we got together and watched very cynical movies and ate snacks and ranted about Singletonhood a la Bridget Jones & friends.

No matter your attitude, villainny has a great Valentines Message Post going where you can leave comments for friends or crushes or loved ones that will be unscreened on the day. Go forth and spread good emotions, devoid of commercialism!

It should be noted that I have HUNDREDS* of WIPs on Fabian's hard drive; however, as the dear boy is currently lacking Internet, right now I have open the three documents that I have on Smilla (my flash drive). I am having trouble picking one to stick with and work on, because clearly I should never be offered choice in ANYTHING but should instead be blinkered and set on a clearly marked path. Ugh.

*This is not as dramatic a piece of hyperbole as you might imagine.

Here, flist, have some extracts. Tell me what to work on.

( RPF, Larklight, and two crossovers )